My love sets her jaw upon her anger
Sits with her back towards the High street
Collagen asymmetry, botox rictus
Her cheek a chiaroscuro of hunger Continue reading
Superleggera
Posted in poetry, sonnet with tags Angry skinny bitch, Aston Martin, Hopeless man, Superleggera on November 14, 2019 by Jarrod Boyle
Faded Lovers, Arcane Gods
Posted in Love letters with tags Letters to a Young Poet, Low Rider, Rainer Maria Rilke, Silver Surfer on October 17, 2019 by Jarrod Boyle
An ex-girlfriend of mine turns 28 tomorrow. I have spent the last few weeks writing her a sonnet, to the surprise and consternation of the friends with whom I have discussed it. Continue reading
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Your Voice is a Caress Most Definite
Posted in Love letters, poetry, sonnet with tags Petrarchan sonnet, sonnet on October 3, 2019 by Jarrod Boyle
Your voice is a caress most definite
On velvet footfalls your words descend
The vertiginous staircase within my head
To take up mysterious residence Continue reading
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Suicidal Thoughts
Posted in poetry, Reading, Real Men with tags Esther Greenwood, Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar on September 24, 2019 by Jarrod Boyle
4.
‘Wrapping my coat around me like my own sweet shadow, I unscrewed the bottle of pills and began taking them swiftly, between gulps of water, one by one by one.
At first nothing happened, but as I approached the bottom of the bottle, red and blue lights began to flash before my eyes. The bottle slid from my fingers and I lay down.
The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life. Then, at the rim of the vision, it gathered itself, and in one sweeping tide, rushed me to sleep.’
p.163 Continue reading
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Suicidal Thoughts
Posted in Fiction, Reading, Real Men with tags Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, Westside Barbell on September 17, 2019 by Jarrod Boyle
3.
“I thought I would swim out until I was too tired to swim back. As I paddled on, my heartbeat boomed like a dull motor in my ears. I am I am I am.”
P. 152
I watched my grandmother Joanna die, day by day. Continue reading
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Suicidal Thoughts
Posted in poetry, Reading, Real Men with tags Buddy Willard, Esther Greenwood, Simone De Beauvoir, Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, The Karate Kid, The Second Sex on September 13, 2019 by Jarrod Boyle
2.
“A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.”
– The Bell Jar Page 90.
Simone De Beauvoir writes in The Second Sex that because men are encouraged to fight, they come to trust themselves and their ability to grapple with the world and its challenges. Continue reading
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Suicidal Thoughts
Posted in poetry, Reading, Real Men with tags Ariel, Colossus, Rodney Hall, Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar on September 3, 2019 by Jarrod Boyle
1.
‘There’s two acts of creation at work in the novel: the writer’s, and the reader’s.’
– Rodney Hall.
Some books, you read them and they go right through you like a glass of water. Other books seem to take up residence and become a part of who you are, like marrow, or muscle fibre.
I recently read Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar for the second time.
